KORRA'S POV
Silver Moon's outer walls rose against the morning fog exactly as Korra remembered them, pale stone catching the first light, banners bearing her father's crest hanging where they had hung her entire childhood. Seeing them again after everything that had happened felt like looking at a stranger's home wearing the shape of her own memories.
"The old drainage tunnel is still there," she said quietly to Devan, crouched beside her at the treeline half a mile from the outer guard post. "It runs beneath the eastern wall, straight into the cellar beneath the packhouse kitchens. I used to sneak out through it as a pup."
"Guarded?"
"Forgotten," Korra said. "My father never believed a woman could find a use for tunnels his ancestors dug. He never thought to seal it."
Devan signaled
